Princess Consort Is No Pushover

She opened the lid of the bowl, scooped a spoonful of chicken soup with a spoon, and leaned in front of Chu Xuanchen's lips, wanting to feed him.

"I don't want to drink it now, let's put it there first." Chu Xuanchen glanced at the oily chicken soup, pressed Nangongrou's hand, put the soup spoon into the bowl, and closed the lid.

"Why, don't you want to drink the soup I made for you?" Nangong Rou grievedly looked at Chu Xuanchen with tears in her eyes.

"No, it's just that the princess said that this chicken soup is not nutritious. Some are just oily. The real nutrition is in the meat. If you want to replenish your body, just eat meat. This soup is all greasy. Don't drink too much. Okay, it's not good for wound recovery." Chu Xuanchen said.

This is what Yun Ruoyue said when the small kitchen was going to make soup for him.

Nangong's soft eyes stunned, and he smiled wryly, "It turns out that there are so many reasons to stew this chicken soup. My sister knows so much, I am too ignorant."

"Where, Rou'er, I have worked hard for you. From now on, let the subordinates do these things, you don't need to do them." Chu Xuanchen squeezed Nangong Rou's hand and said seriously.

Nangongrou nodded, a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes, "Okay, I'll listen to you. But the earth dragon in your house burns really well, it's so warm, I'm a little hot."

After finishing speaking, she cast a wink at Chu Xuanchen with a smile, and slowly took off her white fox cloak, revealing the thin gauze feather garment inside.

After taking off her clothes, she blushed, lowered her head, and her voice was as weak as a mosquito, "Chen, last time you said that you would have a baby with me. Tonight is a really good time."

After speaking, she stepped forward and hugged Chu Xuanchen, her delicate little hand, already touching his chest.

"Rou'er, not tonight, the injury on my back is not healed, so I can't touch it." Chu Xuanchen gave Nangong Rou an apologetic look and gently pushed her away.

"Chen, you have an injury on your back, not elsewhere. Even if you and I don’t make a room, I can take care of you and make you comfortable." After Nangong Rou finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to cover Chu Xuanchen’s waist. Implied that she could serve him with her lips.

She didn't believe that he would not be tempted by her.

Aren't all men lustful? Besides, he loves her so much, how could he not want to touch her.

"Rou'er, tonight is not appropriate. I have not finished the approval of a large number of official documents. Wait for another day." Chu Xuanchen took a deep look at Nangong Rou, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

He had promised her that he would give her a child, but now, he doesn't want to conquer her at all.

Because he always flashed a cold and stubborn face in his mind.

After listening, Nangong Rou bit her lower lip aggrievedly, her green fingers twisting her veil tightly, her expression of humiliation, "Chen, to be honest, don't you want to consummate with me at all? We will all get married soon. It's been two months, I'm still a big girl, it's too ridiculous to be spread out."

As she said, she covered her face with the veil and sobbed uncomfortably.

"Rouer!" Chu Xuanchen hugged her into his arms distressedly, and patted her shoulder, "I have not healed the wound now, and it is really not suitable for consummation. If you wait for a while, I promised you, I must not I will break my promise."

"Wait, how long will I have to wait? I have waited for so long, and even the princess has completed the house with you. Now, people in the capital are laughing at me, saying you don’t love me at all, saying you marry me back home, just because I feel like Princess Jin and I look like you. You just married me to marry Princess Jin deliberately, but you don't round the house with me." Nangong said pitifully, Rouchuchu.